Chapter 122 Thirty Million for the Doctor

Chapter 122 Thirty Million for the Doctor

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After learning from the hospital director what his eldest son had done, the Kent family patriarch summoned him to the bedside and scolded him fiercely.

“As the head of the Kent family, how could you act so recklessly?” Mr. Clark’s anger triggered a coughing fit. “Cough, cough, cough!”

“Dad, I was wrong. Please don’t get upset,” Gordon hurried to his side, gently patting his back to soothe him.

Mr. Clark took a long moment to recover. Once his breathing steadied, he continued, “That young girl already possesses such impressive medical skill at her age. It means she must have an extraordinary master behind her. Someone like that–we should be doing everything we can to win over, not offend.”

Gordon realized he’d messed up. “Then what should we do now, Dad?”

“Do nothing,” Mr. Clark said tiredly. “Just put out a public offer–say the Kent family is willing to pay thirty million to invite the little doctor to come forward.”

“Thirty million?” Gordon hesitated. “Isn’t that too high for an unknown girl? No matter how talented she is…”

Mr. Clark glared at him. “Too high? She might not even accept.”

Gordon didn’t dare argue and nodded quickly before going to carry out the order.

Just before he left, Mr. Clark gave one more instruction. “And you are not to bother that family again.”

his heart, he still felt the old man was being overly cautious. With the Kent family’s current standing in Bellwood, even if the girl had powerful backing, they didn’t need

posted the thirty–million–dollar bounty, the elite circles of

this little doctor? Why have we never heard of her

Mr. Clark’s emergency at the hospital,

no–name girl? And calling her a ‘little

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Clark’s condition is beyond saving. This must be a

watching with amusement, waiting to see how

the mess.

away that the Kent family had gone looking for the Appliepie couple, but

bounty,

one day, Mr. Clark’s condition took a

already gaunt, was now completely bloodless. His breathing was so faint it was nearly

plunged into chaos. Gordon paced back and forth by the bedside, frantic, sweat beading on

in,

red with anxiety. “If it’s

hard,

Sloane. Everyone in the Kent

a plain–looking teenage girl, maybe seventeen

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